Is this some sort of test or trial of my sanity?? Seriously!?!? An attempt to get me to that tipping point? Where I totally flip out and go nuts on everybody?? It’s was one of those test and trial days I guess, and an Ice cold Miller High Life tastes pretty dang good right now.
It started off with the little annoyance of having to fill out 3 public incident reports. It might not sound like much but it is just annyoing is all. Repetitive questions and all the info I have to recover and look up. Blah blah blah
Then the meterman need help getting some meters looked at. Ok fine but where are they?? Perfect just perfect. Clear to the outer reaches of our electrical system. Over an hour drive for me.
Then just go around the field they said...
Watch out for Irrigation valves they said...
They didn’t say the weeds were 5-6 feet tall, so there is no way I am goin to see any of those.
Replaced the fuse then back through the 6 foot tall weeds over the sketchy bridge and back to a little cell service then...
I just put 23 gallons of gasoline in our Diesel Ford Excursion.
Already super tense from driving through the fields basically blind and crossing over that sketchy bridge in my 16,000 pound truck and now this!!!
Don’t start it
Don’t turn the key to the ‘on’ position!!!
(That starts the fuel pump)
Having an hour to drive back to the shop gave me enough time to settle down and devise a game plane.
Gameplan Almost Finished and a random guy scored $80 worth of gasoline with a slight twang of diesel.
The excursion is saved and I finally made it home around 9 pm to have a cold one and stuff some food down my troat all the while writing this post.
Almost as bad as watching paint dry.
